Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1887-02-24
THEIRLUNCH PARTY.

Lou said pretty little Mrs. Wal
ton, to her young guest and sister-in-
law, Il believe I'll give lunch party
Do assented Lou, promptly.
Everybody has been so very polite to
you,' went OH Mrs. Walton, L would
like to do something in return, and
a lunch is the very easiest thing,
you indolent female finished Lou. i
know your tricks and your manners,
and now when shall it be p
Let me see,' began Mrs. Walton.
To morrow will be Saturday, and in
next week Tuesday is the church fes-
tiYal, Wednesday that picnic
And Thursday Mrs. Doctor Apple
ton goes back to Boston. She has said
it, and the law of the Medes and Per-
SLAMS are brittle compared to her word,
interpolated Lou.
How about her son. There, don't
blush, my dear. Of course we must
have Mrs. Appleton, and there is no
alternate but to set our luncheon for
Monday. 1t is poor day for sucn an
undertaking, for everything will have
to be done the same day, but it's Hob.
Suns choice. You write the notes,
like good soul, and we'll have Tom
send up his office boy at uoon to deliv-
er them.'
So that Friday afternoon thirty-two
of the elite of Brockton's permanent
and summer adult female residents
were duly informed that Mrs. Thomas
Walton would be happy to see them at
luncheon Monday, at one O'Clock, to
meet Miss Walton.
We'll just have one Extravaganza
said Mrs. Tom, coaxingly. to her big,
handsome husband, the same evening.
You must write down to Keppler's for
three dozen of his chicken pates, to
come up on the 905 train, Monday.
Be sure It's the 9.05. That'll be such
relief, Lou, one thing to depend upon
made out of the house,
Yes, indeed acquiesced Lou, 'and
your Aunt Helen told me little while
ago she would get up early Monday
morning, and make two large loaves of
her famous White Mountain CAKE :;
send it oyer fresh and frosted by eleven
o'clock
She's darling,' said Mrs. Tom,
enthusiastically. Now feel as if we
! should distinguished ourselves. I'm
counting OH you for your unapproach-
able peach ice cream and shrimp salad &,
and I'll manage to worry through the
wine jelly. Sarah must out do herself
on the raised biscuit, small and fresh,
but not warm, you know
Yes said Lou, 'and I've got new
idea about the salad-that clever Mrs.
Ellis gave it to me. Take perfect. firm
tomatoes, not too ripe, scald and peel
them and slice off the tops then scoop
out the inside and mix it with the
shrimps and chopped hard boiled eggs.
Pour over the filing a mayonnaise
dressing and return to the tomato
shells. 1t makes such pretty looking
dish, and the salad is easily eaten out
of its red cup.'
Lou, you are an inspiration,' cried
Kate the fame of this luncheon will
60 laundering Gown the ages. Brock
ton has never eaten salad from toma-
to. Tom, Pm glad 1 married into the
family. Your sisters intellect makes
| up for your but Tom had fled.
The first set back occurred Sunday
morning, and it came double. The
milkman who had been spoken TO on
Saturday, to bring cream, announced
when he came Sunday morning that lie
couldn't promise it, and Mrs. Tom, who
had made her. inc jelly Saturday eve.
J ming, when she slipped down cellar af-
ter breakfast just to take peep at it's